Pertinax.
[Always eating little cakes, which Tertulla keeps offering him.] These, and the twining ivy, source of poetic inspiration!
Tertulla.
And viburnum, beloved of wayfarers, and sleep-bringing poppies?
Pertinax.
And violet sweet-scented, and the short-lived lily.
Tertulla.
And the amaranth the never-fading! You see he has taught me all their habits and their stories, Valentinus!... And the rose and myrtle beloved of Venus?
Pertinax.